Wait for the fruit to fall into your hand.
I am poor, but I am rich. I have my children, I have a garden with roses, and I have my faith and the memories of those who have gone before me. What more is there?
You never have to get over it you just have to get on with it.
There is no rose without thorns.
We are like the phoenix," said Abuelita. "Rising again, with a new life ahead of us.
I don't impose any word count or number-of-hours quota on myself, or have any rules, except one: persistence. Nothing glamorous. No epiphanies. Just revisiting and rewriting. For me, momentum is far more important than inspiration.